“Aurora, don’t!” Godfrey had immediately appeared, grabbing Aurora before she could mindlessly take another step forward. He’d seem to have already known what she was about to do before anyone else.
There past the mile and a half of forest of trees that jutted on either side of Crescent’s town, extending past the town line, stood a little boy.
“Frey, he-that’s-”
“It’s a trap, Rori.” Godfrey quipped.
“Who is that boy, Rora?” Rorick asked as he was the only one who seemed out of the loop about this child called Isaiah.
“Help me! Your promised you’d protect me-please.” The little boy’s hand outstretched towards Aurora and she was rendered speechless and racked full of guilt.
Godfrey decided to answer Aurora’s father on her behalf since she was too distraught to do so.
“His name is
